Marriage. Sometimes not the happiest of partnerships, eh?
The crows sat high in the tree tops, laughing at Marie as she struggled to feed her husband’s torso into the industrial wood chipper. The limbs had gone in so easily, she’d been lulled into thinking the rest would also. Not so much. That’s what she got for falling for the guy with the broadest chest. She shook her head, letting the meat drop to the ground for the second time. She was an engineer damn it – figuring out how to hoist this unwieldy chunk of human anatomy should not be this difficult. Maybe another sip of the brandy would help.